Your dress dazzling bright, my mind flying high, like a kite.
Beyond the clouds, into the starry night,
To meet the goddess’ might. Though, she just intends to fright.
Even with her pearly white light, her life is naught, but to plight.
However, I myself cannot seem to become her light, in the darkness of night.
There are pearly white flowers
that delicately sway
mimicking tiny dancing butterflies
within the lacy shrubs sector
breeze blown away
blooms of heaven-sent nectar
an attraction, an invitation
A meadow brown butterfly swarms to
its empowering rich white petals
resting, buckled, uncoiled tongue, sucking
scaled wings clasped, it settles
stupefied by scents, it feeds
bewildered by sugary sucrose
ideal prey for a spider’s capture
in its ampullate silk orb web
sticky droplets woven to ensnare
Asclepias incarnata, magnets for pollinators
Ice-ballet swamp milkweeds
amongst igneous rocks banding from foliation
rocks formed from cooled magma
gravy tones, an obsidian correlation
where white flowers string
In a momentums gain,
a brown butterfly takes wing
Bright and pearly white mine are not
but they are all there and all mine
and do their job to the best of
their ability even if they don’t
make a picture-perfect smile. People
occasionally still make comments,
although usually it’s the kids who
seem to feel the need to remind
an adult to brush, then laugh at having
turned the tables. Medical science is
not always compassionate, and has cost
me vast fortunes by preventing me from
pursuing a lucrative toothpaste ad career.
Damn that Doxycycline anyway!
Everything about you will change over time.
Your habits. Your energy. Your enthusiasm.
The way you run around the house now — one day, it will slow.
Simple things may begin to feel heavy.
One day, you might outgrow your specialty —
coffee with two pumps of whipped cream.
The hopeless romantic in you
might even fall in love with horror.
Your face will befriend wrinkles,
and your hair will turn pearly white.
Everything about you will change over time.
But the look in your eyes when they meet mine —
that shall remain untouched.
And I shall stand by you,
the lone witness to it all.
Your beauty shines with radiant fusion,
A splendor that touches my soul's decision.
Your smile, a masterpiece of perfection's vision,
Captivates my heart with tender passion.
Your cosmetic choices, a work of art's illusion,
Enhancing your aura, a heavenly provision.
Your perfume, a scent that's divine and sweet mission,
Filling my heart with love's tender confession.
Your hair, a cascade of ebony precision,
Shining like the night with starry position.
Your teeth, a smile of pearly white expression,
Brightening my world with joyous permission.
Your diplomatic smile, a heart's gentle motion,
Melting my fears with loving devotion.
Your golden heart, a treasure of pure intention,
Filling my life with love's sweet rendition.
You are the joy beneath my soul's foundation,
My guiding star, my love, my heart's exploration.
You are the one I adore, my heart's sweet obsession,
Forever with you, my love, is my heart's sweet possession.
Forever yours, my love, is my heart's sweet passion,
Together we'll dance, in love's sweet, sweet fusion. On
For sixty years he sang and
Everyone knew his voice.
Then he had to retire,
But it wasn’t his choice.
He loved his singing lifestyle
As well as his boozing.
But it caught up with him and
He told Barbara, “I'm loosing.”
The only thing we can
Depend on is death.
But no one knows when
They’ll take that last breath.
And I don’t want loosing
To be part of my fate.
I want to know I’ll enter
That pearly white gate!
I don’t know if Old Blue Eyes
Sings up in heaven today.
I do know that Jesus
Has shown me the way.
And if he’s there too,
Then we’ll sing together.
It won’t be loosing if we sing
Praises forever and ever!
Look at Me!, Look...At...ME!
I'm your "Golden Vision!"
Walking the "Red Carpet,"
Like "Stars" on Television!
I Love to tease the Guys,
The "Girls" too, I would say.
I just Flash my Big...Blue...Eyes
And, "ALL" come out to Play!
I have long, Golden Hair,
A Perfect little Smile.
My Teeth are Pearly White,
You can see 'em for a Mile!
Popping...Perfect...Perky...Breasts!
Sporting Long and Lanky Thighs!
My Buns are both in Sync,
Cuz, my "Tushy's" Synchronized!
I just Love my Smartphone,
There's no Rhyme or Reason!
One "QuikTrip" to "Walmart,"
"Yahoo!" It's Selfie-Season!
Sorry! God made "You"...Ugly,
I don't Pay for "His" Mistakes!
Some may say "I'm"...Plastic,
But, "Plastic's" what it Takes!
If "You" Play your Cards...Just Right,
Then, all This!, Is just for You!
Just bring that Credit Card...
Any Old Card will Do!
The crocodile smile is such a pretty sight
as the Egyptian Plover keeps his teeth
pearly white and shiny bright
"Open wide," are words heard from the bird
his dental hygienist who picks and pecks
then eats the meaty spicks and specks
and as the crocodile sheds old choppers
(no tears)
so the avian's not unemployed or at a loss
the croc constantly grows new gnashers
for his new-found feathered friend to floss
Dawn curls her lips shyly this foggy morning
Gone is the twinkling of her pearly white spring
Gone are the greedy songbirds herded away
Their perches now bare of whim and whimsy
Cherish your larder as does the ant who dances
Welcome warmheartedly all of Gravity's prances
He has furies of voids to fill, each moment anew
For the seeds that pull through with you, renew
Robert Sherriff - Australian - Poet -Author - Singer - Actor - American Historian Photographer
Pearly Gates
In life, I never take anything for granted. Everything is free, but nothing is guaranteed—except for the certainty of tomorrow when we all must face our final moments. Will God or Jesus take you by the hand and lead you away from the streets of London, Paris, New York, or Melbourne, Australia? Will they guide you through those pearly white gates that lead to Heaven?
Some dream of palaces full of silver and gold
In the future of their afterlife, something to behold
Others dream of heaven, and pearly white gates
Passing the judgement, and receiving their fate
But all that I wish is to live as a star
Forever unbothered, my worries so far
Burning with bright blue beautiful light
My siblings the constellation that you see at night
Candid and fully exposed as the theatre’s light dims
She stands poised, dauntless disciplined and statuesque
A stance both stalwart and defiant yet supple are her limbs
Mango hued flower, shoulder's thrown back thrusting her breast
He sits rapped by intrigue as he studies her movement
A silver fox and raven mane is neatly brushed regally back
To beautify him further would take divine improvement
Only to be bathed in her impassioned embrace does he lack
Swirls of sangria red fabric charge like El toro spark undulating trails
Laced in pearly white with azure blue print mesmerize and highlight
And flow about her generous hips in a rage of billowing canvas sails
Flamenco dancers firm legs are revealed in fish nets that boldly invite
Whilst her furtive glimpse ignites his cavalier bon vivant smile
She bewiles with onyx eyes that glisten and fingers splayed for effect
He connects in a flash with a performers come hither guile
Upon times eternal river this fiery night's tryst they shall reflect
His teeth were pretty and white
That they were almost pearly white
After eating, they start to change
To two different colors, that was strange
Some days I just wanted to tread muted waves
not knowing whether
what grazed my leg was a porgy,
or a Leviathan reaching out to me from the gradient depths.
The paranoia kept me afloat,
the fear drove me to swim to shore.
When I made it back to the sand,
I chose not to live as I did before.
Walking away, I looked back at the dunes, gray and dulled,
yet the sun cloaked the sky in an orange nightgown.
The ocean smiled that evening,
a pearly white grin born from the descending gleam.
From what I saw in the horizon
in the sheen, dimensions were torn from the seams.
the sea’s teeth melted away,
its dentures rotted into a violent green.
A craterous head, so alien, so organic
crowned with mesopelagic knickknacks.
Phosphorescent eyes surrounding its gelatinous skull
poked out of the boiling cauldron that was the Atlantic.
Its behemoth sized hand, with fingers gnarled and gangly
erupting so fast!
Contrasting the married sky of lavender and apricot
Levi, then gently waved me goodbye.
sheltered, away and hidden
my wooden dome, it creaks and shakes
the cold rain turns into soft glitter
and gently lands right on my face
deep in my mind, my teacher’s echo:
“what is the color that shines bright?”
some would say red, some would say yellow
but i thought snowy, pearly white
and in the morning i would wake up
to clouds that lowered to the ground
if i could run out there stark naked
and glide on roads of tiny towns
i missed the the crisp scent in the air
i longed for rosy cheeks and nose
the way it settled in my hair
heaven had never felt this close
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